"won't get fooled again" (pete townsend)

(pintura de roy lichtenstein, "i love liberty" , 1982)


"We'll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgment of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin for the changes all around
Pick up my guitar and play just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We won't be fooled again

The change, it had to come
We knew it all along
We were liberated from the fold, that's all
And the world looks just the same
History just ain't changed 'cause the banners
They're all flown in this next war

And I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin for the changes all around
Pick up my guitar and play just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray, hey
We don't get fooled again

I'll move myself and my family aside
If we just happen to be left half alive
I'll get my papers and I smile at the sky
Though I know that the hypnotized never lie

There's nothing in the street
That looks any different to me
And the slogans are replaced by the by
And the parting on the left
Is now the parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight

And I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the changes all around
Pick up my guitar and play just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again, oh no

Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss
Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss
Same as the old boss" (1)

richie havens


(1) retirado do disco nobody left to crown (2008)

"barbarian" (justin oborn)

(fotografia de marina abramovic, "virgin warrior hearts" (2006)


"He left the northern hills to seek his fortune
A lone barbarian with only death lust to guide
He carved a kingdom of stone
King Conan, sitting on his bloody throne

His black mane sweeps across his face
Grim and silent with a steely blue gaze
Like a panther ready to strike
His blade crashes down to end your life

Conan rules with an iron fist
Many people, they look up to him
Battle prowess is the measure of a man
You think you're civilized, but you will never understand

Master swordsman of Hyborian Age
His name is legend to this very day
Even gods cower when his sword is unleashed
Nothing dare face him, neither man or beast

Cut a bloody swathe across this battlefield
Red mist rising, break your human shield
Slashed to pieces is to be your fate
Unleash berserker rage none shall escape

Conan rules with an iron fist
Many people, they look up to him
Battle prowess is the measure of a man
You think you're civilized, but you'll never understand

You think you're civilized, but you will never understand" (1)

electric wizard


(1) retirado do cd dos electric wizard, dopethrone (2000)

"rosie won't you please come home" (ray davies)

(fotografia de garry winogrand, "los angeles" (1964), retirada daqui).


"Rosie won’t you please come home?
Mama don’t know where you’ve been.
Rosie won’t you please come home?
Your room’s clean and no one’s in it.

Oh my rosie, how I miss you,
You are all the world to me.
Take a look and see if you like it,
If you like it please come back.

Rosie won’t you please come home?
Since you’ve joined the upper classes,
You don’t know us anymore.
Live and let your troubles pass.

Rosie, rosie, will you write and tell me,
If you don’t want to come back?
I would sacrifice all I have
To have a happy home once more.

Rosie won’t you please come home?
Two long years have passed away.
Since you tried to change your life,
Christmas wasn’t quite the same.

Rosie, rosie, got any answers?
You are miles across the sea,
And I’ll bake a cake if you tell me
You are on the first plane home.

Rosie won’t you please come home?
Mama don’t know where you’ve been.
Rosie won’t you please come home?
Your room’s clean and no one’s in it.

Oh my rosie, how I miss you,
You are all the world to me.
Take a look and see if you like it,
If you like it please come back.

Oh rosie, will you please come back?" (1)

the kinks


(1) retirado do disco dos kinks, face to face (1966) e daqui.

"you're in a bad way" (sarah cracknell / bob stanley / pete wiggs)

(fotografia de manuel alvarez bravo, "fruta prohibida", 1976)

"Toast is burned,
and your coffee’s cold,
And you leave all the post `cause it’s nothing but bills again.
Home from work,
put the tv on.
Get your kicks watching bruce on the old generation game

Just dial my number,
I’ve got some plans for you.
You’re in a bad way
and I can help you through.
You’re in a bad way,
every day is just the same.
Just dial my number
or call my name.

Jeans are old
and your hair’s all wrong
Don’t you know that crew-cuts and trainers are out again?
Going out
you’re feeling low
Running for cover, it looks like it’s going to rain.
what a shame.)

Just dial my number,
I’ve got some plans for you.
You’re in a bad way and I can help you through.
You’re in a bad way,
every day seems just the same.
Just dial my number
or call my name." (1)

saint etienne


(1) retirado da k7 dos saint etienne, too young to die (1995) e daqui

"atmosphere" (ian curtis / bernard albrecht / stephen morris / peter hook)

(pintura de james egleson, "dark voices" (19669


"Walk in silence,
Don't walk away, in silence.
See the danger,
Always danger,
Endless talking,
Life rebuilding,
Don't walk away.

Walk in silence,
Don't turn away, in silence.
Your confusion,
My illusion,
Worn like a mask of self-hate,
Confronts and then dies.
Don't walk away.

People like you find it easy,
Naked to see,
Walking on air.
Hunting by the rivers,
Through the streets,
Every corner abandoned too soon,
Set down with due care.
Don't walk away in silence,
Don't walk away." (1)

joy division



(1) retirado do ep dos joy division, "atmosphere / she's lost control" (1980) e daqui

"bitter suite" (fish, mark kelly, ian mosley, steve rothery, pete trewavas)

(fotografia de erica pratt, "le douhet", 2009)


"I. Brief Encounter

A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow
Not the regal creature of border caves
But the poor, misguided, directionless familiar
Of some obscure Scottish poet

The mist crawls from the canal
Like some primordial phantom of romance
To curl, under a cascade of neon pollen
While I sit tied to the phone like an expectant father
Your carnation will rot in a vase.


II. Lost Weekend

A train sleeps in a siding
The driver guzzles another can of lager
To wash away the memories of a Friday night down at the club

She was a wallflower at sixteen
She'll be a wallflower at thirty four
Her mother called her beautiful
Her daddy said, "A whore".


III. Blue Angel

The sky was Bible black in Lyon
When I met the Magdalene
She was paralysed in a streetlight
She refused to give her name

And a ring of violet bruises
They were pinned upon her arm.
Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand
To a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears
And from glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear
"'J'entend ton coeur"
I can hear your heart


IV. Misplaced Rendezvous

It's getting late, for scribbling and scratching on the paper
Something's gonna give under this pressure
And the cracks are already beginning to show
It's too late
The weekend career girl never boarded the plane
They said this could never happen again
So wrong, so wrong

This time it seems to be another misplaced rendezvous
This time, it's looking like another misplaced rendezvous
With you
The parallel of you, you


V. Windswept Thumb

On the outskirts of nowhere
On the ringroad to somewhere
On the verge of indecision
I'll always take the roundabout way
Waiting on the rain
For I was born with a habit, from a sign
The habit of a windswept thumb
And the sign of the rain
It's started raining" (1)

marillion

(1) retirado do cd dos marillion, misplaced childhood (1985) e daqui.

"chelsea monday" (derek dick, steve rothery, peter trewavas, mark kelly, michael pointer)

(quadro de ellen rolli, "red soles", s/d)


"Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress
Hiding in her cellophane world in glitter town
Awaiting the prince in his white Capri
Dynamic young Tarzan courts the bedsit queen

She's playing the actress in this bedroom scene
She's learning her lines from glossy magazines
Stringing all her pearls from her childhood dreams
Auditioning for the leading role on the silver screen

Patience my tinsel angel
Patience my perfumed child
One day they really love you
You'll charm them with that smile
But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday

Drifting with her incense in the labyrinth of London
Playing games with faces in the neon wonderland
Perform to scattered shadows on the shattered cobbled aisles
Would she dare recite soliloquies at the risk of stark applause

She'll pray for endless Sundays as she enters saffron sunsets
Conjure phantom lovers from the tattered shreds of dawn
Fulfilled and yet forgotten the St. Tropez mirage
Fragrant aphrodisiac, the withered tuberose
Patience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed child
One day they really love you, you'll charm them with that smile
But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday

Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress
Buried in her cellophane world in glitter town
Of Chelsea Monday" (1)

marillion


(1) retirado do cd script for a jester's tear dos marillion (1983) e daqui.

"legend of a girl child called linda" (donovan)

(fotografia de robert gober, "untitled (merce cunnningham photography portfolio 2006)", 2000)


"I will bring you gold apples and grapes made of rubies
That have shone in the eyes of a prince of the breeze.
Bright cascading crystals, they danced in the sand dunes
On the beach of no footprints to harpsichord tunes.

A throne of white ivory, a gown of white lace
Lies still in the magic of a timeless place.
One hundred small children, they laugh at the white doves
That rest on their hands with the touch of love.

On a hillside of velvet the children they lay down
And make fun of the grown-ups with their silly frown.
And the sound of their laughter is the sound of the green sea
As it washed around the foot of the seashell tree.

The doves circle over and land in the trees
Where parrots are talking their words with such ease.
Thus spoke three wizards to the young ones that day:
"There's sadness in the kingdom, make it go far away."

If you follow the sunbeams through the valley of flowers
To the palace of the White Queen with its white jade towers.
The youngest, she sighed then the clouds drew away
And a hundred small fingers scratched their heads in dismay.

From out of the sun a giant gull came flying
And the children got ready to sit on its wings.
They waved to the raindrops as they soared over the trees
The wind tossed their hair high, flashing gold on the sea.

They came to the castle and there they did fall,
And they saw all the sadness, through the crystal wall.
A princess lay a-sleeping so gentle and kind
Whilst her prince took to battle with his confused mind.

The clash of bright metal brought the children fear,
But their cloaks of blue satin dried up all of these tears.
Thus children held hands and they spelled out their name
All the golden children became a golden chain.

It lies on a white throne in a magic place
With a tunic of velvet and a gown of white lace.
My sword, it lies broken and cast in a lake
In a dream I was told that my princess would wake" (1)

donovan


(1) retirado do cd de donovan, sunshine superman (1966) e daqui.

william blake

(pintura de stephen hannock, "launch at dawn (mass moCA #69)", 2007)


"The morning comes, the night decays, the watchmen leave their stations..." (1)

william blake



(1) BLAKE, William apud PULLMAN, Philip - The Amber Spyglass. London: Scholastic Press, 2001. ISBN 0-439-99414-4. pg. 441.

john keats

(pintura de sandra blow, "sacking and plaster", 1956)


"For many a time I have been half in love with easeful death" (1)

john keats



(1) KEATS, John apud PULLMAN, Philip - The Amber Spyglass. London: Scholastic Press, 2001. ISBN 0-439-99414-4. pg. 390.

"eleanor rigby" (john lennon / paul mccartney)

(fotografia de beth y. edwards, "anne", 2002)


"Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from ?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong ?

Father mckenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near.
Look at him working. darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Eleanor rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father mckenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?" (1)

the beatles

(1) retirado do cd dos beatles, revolver (1966)

"dedicated follower of fashion" (ray davies)

(serigrafia de walter dahn, "sweet silver angel (g.p.)", 2006)


"They seek him here, they seek him there,
His clothes are loud, but never square.
It will make or break him so he's got to buy the best,
'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion.

And when he does his little rounds,
'Round the boutiques of London Town,
Eagerly pursuing all the latest fads and trends,
'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion.

Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
There's one thing that he loves and that is flattery.
One week he's in polka-dots, the next week he is in stripes.
'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion.

They seek him here, they seek him there,
In Regent Street and Leicester Square.
Everywhere the Carnabetian army marches on,
Each one an dedicated follower of fashion.

Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
His world is built 'round discoteques and parties.
This pleasure-seeking individual always looks his best
'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion.

Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
He flits from shop to shop just like a butterfly.
In matters of the cloth he is as fickle as can be,
'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion.
He's a dedicated follower of fashion.
He's a dedicated follower of fashion." (1)

the kinks


(1) retirado do cd dos kinks, the kink kontroversy (1965) e daqui